A/N: It has been awhile, and past Christmas at that. The challenge I was doing this for is done, but oh well. Here is Chapter 8: Hot Chocolate.
By the time the 'most epic game of snowball Hogwarts has ever seen', as Sirius was calling it, was done, it was five o'clock and supper was happening. They didn't feel like joining the rest in the Great Hall so they headed to the kitchens. It had been six hours since any of them had eaten, so they feasted, their near frozen fingers wrapped in a death grip around their mugs of hot chocolate.
Remus and Sirius were sitting on either side of the table and throwing marshmallows into each other's hot chocolate. Lily was sitting next to Remus, and a particularly forceful, and ill aimed, throw of Sirius' caused Remus' mug to tip and spill all down Lily's shirt.
She shrieked and jumped. It was no longer hot, but it was still warm, wet and sticky, and her white blouse was slowly turning transparent.
"I think it's time to head up to the dorm." James said, standing up and pulling his sweater over his head. He handed it across the table to Lily. She smiled at him in thanks and put it on, the wool soft against her skin.
"Yeah, I agree." said Remus. Standing up and yawning. He turned and began walking toward the door. He caught Lily's eye and winked. The next thing she knew he was out the door.
"Hey! No fair!" Sirius yelled after him but gave chase. Then it was just Lily and Mary left in the kitchens. The four Marauders racing to the dorm that was six floors up.
Lily yawned and rubbed her arm. Then she bumped shoulders with Mary and smiled. "Let's go,"
They walked halfway in silence, it was comfortable, until Lily caught Mary's smirk out of the corner of her eye.
"What is it Mary?"
"Hmm? Nothing."
"No, there's definitely something up."
Mary grinned, "I've known you for six and a half years, and we've been best friends from day one. I know that you chew on your hair when you're nervous and that you clench your fists when your mad. I know you bite your lip when you're frustrated and tap your foot when you're impatient."
"Yes, and your point is?"
"You only rub your arms like that when you're cold, and you are most definitely not cold in that sweater."
Lily narrowed her eyes, "What are you saying?"
"Oh, nothing, nothing at all."
"Are you implying that I'm rubbing my arms because I'm wearing this particular sweater?"
"I'm implying nothing."
"Good, because that would be ridiculous. There's nothing special about this sweater."
"If you say so."
"Are you saying it's special because James ga- lent it to me?"
"I didn't say it, you did. And since when is he James?"
"Ja-Potter, ga- lent it to me so that I wouldn't have to walk to the dorm with only a see through, hot chocolate stained blouse."
"You're a witch, you could have used magic to clean it."
Lily opened her mouth to say something, then closed it.
"You fancy him, don't you!" Mary grinned.
"Of course I don't!" Lily scoffed. "He's Potter."
"He wasn't a minute ago, he was James."
Lily glared at her but finally relented, "What if I do?"
Mary simply smiled at her smugly.
A/N: Chapter 9 will be up shortly.